Heading South | 22nd June

As a man of great planning skills and immaculate foresight I have decided to book my train journey down to the start of my main challenge of the year, 48 hours in advance. I did think of just turning up at the station on the day, but did not want to push my luck. Needless to say the west coast trains sales team were not prepared to be as spontaneous as me and have denied me a chance of direct journey to Cornwall on my day of preference. So after much hesitance I have agreed to a compromise solution of travelling through London, in-spite my initial insistence of helicopter replacement service, something that would be considered a standard solution and basic customer care where I come from.

So on Saturday morning, 29th June 2013 , I have boarded my carriage. The Stallion has been allocated a space in the stables section, though no hay, water or daylight has been provided he seemed to be content.

The Stables

The Stables

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Having arrived at the Big Smoke I have decided to do a lap of honour round the town.

Some clock tower in London.

Some clock tower in London.

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In Glasgow we put one up every Christmas.

In Glasgow we put one up every Christmas.

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Came across the strangest race at The Mall. Didn't seem very fair.

Came across the strangest race at The Mall. Didn’t seem very fair.

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A lovely friend of mine, Victoria has agreed to put me up for the night, where I have rested well before heading further south to Truro where I was met with a Sunday Roast lunch by family friends, – Denise, Michael and Paul whom I haven’t seen in a very long time. Having stuffed myself with the delicious roast, I continued on my way south as far as the road would allow.

A few hours later I have reached Lizard Point and my first campsite of the trip, supposedly run by a sheep dog, a bunch of geese and some chickens (who sold their eggs for a reasonable price of 30p each).

Henry's Campsite | Lizard Point

Henry’s Campsite | Lizard Point

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Campsite Inspectors

Campsite Inspectors

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My Bike Mechanics

My Bike Mechanics

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Having agreed a fee with the geese, I pitched my tent, made some food, watched the sun go down and hit the sack for a full overnight recharge.Pitch 1

Tomorrow is one of many days of pedalling to come, to get me to the opposite end of the country. I could of course just lay here and contemplate of what it will be like, am I fit enough for this? and why am I doing this in the first place.. Or I could just switch off, fall asleep, get up tomorrow morning and get on with it.

Option 2 I think.. –  Light’s out.

Next Day..

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